Well I fell down the maelstrom
Yes I followed you down
My ship was in a hail storm
Stronger than a cup of tea
And you were in a clipper
All the way from the China Sea
Well the maelstrom is a real big deal
It'll put hairs on your bum
And it'll make you feel
Like you don't have a mum
And you don't want a meal
So never come to the maelstrom
Now the female strum is of another order
It's like a collie so pet it but only the border
Because if you enter into that whirlpool
You'll never make it out alive
And you are a bloody fool
Now if you should succumb
Think only this of me
That there was some foreign whirlpool
Whipped up a writhing brothing sea
And into it went my log book
My sanity and me
Because you'll never be a shanty man
When you're a she shanty singer see
Yes she was a shanty man
She on the fence holding the can
Singing in her defence
I didn't lead you on
On down into the female strom
Get a hold of yourself
You bloody landlubber
And put back on the shelf
Your bloody soul rubber
The stars are all bucking
Because this ship is ducking
Down the rollicking rolling maelstrom
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